Future Years
Deadsy
Commencement (2002)

A morbid beauty,
glows in resonation.
Mercurial signs they read,
make real our minds.
True fascinations.
For now we're rollin,
and kinda golden,
as time keeps foldin.
We're old when our poor souls depart.
We're as cold cruel jokes
now make you cry,
one day you'll take them in new stride.

All of the time,
we've resided here.
You'll see our chalices rise
with ever endless tears.
And illusions they fly,
but someday soon will clear.
Just sit back and recline;
I'll guide you through the years.

Through the future years.
As they'll soon appear.
Someday all too near.
Now the distance clears.

Bad ways,
which rule all the ways we go.
Through black and the gloom.
Consecutive days,
and plain afternoons -
the things in life,
they pass the time,
while those all around are bored.
Though we
come down
in real demise,
trek through all of the feelings
with no tears in eyes.
Kept fear veiled so it hides.
Life's never forced or dry.
So there's nothing in side me,
I just seem alive.

To the future years.
As they'll soon appear.
Dressed in slacks as we will,
so its stars they stear.

Just tie a silk sheet
round your neck,
and twist it till your
face turns cherry red.
All of the time that we've resided here,
you'll see our chalice rise with never endless tears.
And illusions they fly,
but someday soon will clear.
Just sit back and recline;
I'll guide you through the years

I'll guide you through the years
I'll guide you through the years
I'll guide you through the years
I'll guide you through the years